“So...we trained them all, and now what?” Engel asked.
“We leave them to train more, train others. It’ll be a while before they have numbers sufficient for our operation,” Jente said. “But for the record we do head south. And east - further east than they’ll be going in a few centuries.”
“In a few centuries?” Engel echoed. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere I saw,” Jente said. “A while ago.”
She closed her eyes, and a voice echoed in her mind, one from memories long lost.
“For Pharoah!”
Golden sand, rolling war-machines, spears, dark-skinned warriors, giant stone tombs.
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